Smoke [Haylor AU]

Chapter 44

Chapter 44:

Warning: Some explicit content

Taylor's POV

"That's the last of them," Anne announces.

"It's weird to see the house look so empty," I sigh.

"I know honey. I really am going to miss this place," My mom replies.

"It's just crazy because I've pretty much grown up here," I remind her.

"It's strange for me as well," She responds.

"Even my mom and I have had our decent share of memories here," Harry mentions.

"I know..Come to think of it, it's been a nice five months living here," Anne tells us.

"I'm going to miss you guys," My mom says as she becomes teary eyed.

"Andrea, thank you so much for all of this. I mean I couldn't have gotten the break I needed without you. You have literally saved me,' Anne is now in tears.

"You're so welcome. Anne I couldn't have wanted to spend as much time as I did with you with another person," My mom gushes.

"Well Andrea, I think we should give Taylor a minute with the house before we go and unpack at mine,' She tells her.

"Alright..We'll be in the car," My mom informs me with a smile.

"Cmon Harry," Anne urges.

"He can stay of he wants," I reply.

She just nods. They open the door and both of them exit the house. The room is silent as I walk into the kitchen. I run my fingers along the counter. I pace around the room as the memories come flooding back:

Harry and I had our first kiss in here.

I walk back out and make my way into the living room. The fireplace sits all alone because all the furniture is now missing. I make my way to stand infront of it. Multiple memories come back into my mind. Some with Jake, multiple with my mom, and plenty with my friends. But a few come to my mind like it was just yesterday because Harry was standing right next to me:

Christmas morning when Harry and I had opened eachother's gifts.

When Harry and I had burned the letters after I was angry at him and Michelle.

After Harry revealed his singing voice to me.

"What are you thinking about?" Harry asks breaking my train of thought. I must have been standing there in silence for a few good minutes.

'All the things that had happened in this house. Especially the memories that happened between you and I," I confess.

He just nods. I walk away from him and jog up the stairs when I realize that he was in his own train of thought. I make my way into Harry's old bedroom. I take in the empty room around me and memories of us come flooding back into my mind:

When Harry and his dad had gotten into that horrible arguement after our 'fun night' at Ed's. We were in here holding on tight. Like we might lose eachother.

After this I decide it's time to move on to the other rooms. I remember everything that had happened in the other rooms upstairs. I then make my way back to my old bedroom. This is the place that held my most dearest memories. My tantrum, crying sessions, and musical moments. This room has had the most interesting memories in the last five months than in my whole lifetime. I look at my blank walls and remember where my vinyls once stood. That leads my thoughts to wander: